Month: May 2007

qotd

qotd

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist when I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute. — Rebecca West Advertisements

Answering a letter

Cancer / Ephemera

I just received a letter from a former professor of mine at Vanderbilt. We’ve kept in touch over the years, but our last exchange of letters was about 5 years ago. He asks how I am. How in the world do I write back and say, “Hi, glad you’re all okay, I have cancer”? That’s just too big of a narrative punch for an opening line. You’ve got to lead up gently to something like […]

qotd

qotd

When you don’t have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it’s sex. When you have both, it’s health. If everything is simply jake, then you’re frightened of death. — J. P. Donleavy

Inner something

Cancer / Ephemera

These past few weeks, when I’ve not been dealing with nausea, I’ve had quite the bit of inner peace going. It has just occurred to me, though, that this inner peace could simply be a result of the rearrangement of my guts. I prefer the more spiritual explanation; I don’t know why — I just do. One thing that has cheered me up is the great chunk of hits that I got for posting the […]

Numb3rs and poems

Television

I have just enjoyed the heck out of the season finale of Numb3rs. The words that Charlie and Don’s dad recites at the end really caught me by the ears. I googled the last line, and what I came up with was this poem, which just follows this post, by Siegfried Sassoon. Judd Hirsch recites the last two stanzas as they all sit by the fire in the last scene. And so I thought I’d […]

The Death-Bed

anthology

HE drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep. Silence and safety; and his mortal shore Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death. Someone was holding water to his mouth. He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot The opiate throb and ache that was his wound. 10 […]